I miss real photos, framing them, arranging them in albums, nostalgically sifting through them…the whole enchilada. Clicking through massive folders of images on my computer just isn’t the same, so I’ve been trying (trying being the operative word here) to actually print photos on a regular basis. The challenge now is figuring out what to do with the ones that don’t end up in those aforementioned frames and albums.
Enter the bowl.
I spied it on the coffee table in her den yesterday and instantly wanted to steal the idea. It was at once chic and casual and totally useful. Kimberly said she prints doubles of her photos (clearly she’s way ahead of me on this front) and puts those in the bowl. That way, if her mother admires one, she can just send her home with it.
That Kimberly is pretty clever, yes?